Wife in a circle
— Max, help me choose a good whiskey," he said.
— Sure, no problem, we'll pick something out now," I replied, scanning the whiskey display with my eyes.
After choosing a whiskey for him, we headed to the cash register.
— So, what are you doing tonight?" he suddenly asked.
— Well, didn't really plan anything," I answered. "Probably watch a movie with my wife and go to sleep.
— Maybe we could drink some whiskey?" he asked.
— Well, sure, we could," I replied.
I gave Umar my address and phone number, having first warned Vlada about our guest for the evening.
After my shift at the shop, we took a shower and waited for Umar to arrive. Vlada was wearing a crop-top t-shirt and tight shorts through which her thong and the outline of her prominent labia were slightly visible. Handing her a beer, I watched her ass as she prepared snacks in the kitchen. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Opening it, I saw Umar on the doorstep with the bottle of whiskey I had sold him. Inviting him in and introducing him to my wife, we sat on the sofa and uncorked the whiskey bottle.
— Max, there's something, it's even awkward to ask," Umar began. "Can I take a shower at your place? In the dorm, by the time you wait your turn, it'll be morning.
— Yeah, of course, no problem," I answered.
Giving him a towel, I showed him to the bathroom. After washing up, he got dressed and came out. We sat like that until midnight. The whiskey ran out, and everyone wanted to continue the party. Umar suggested going to his dorm to get another bottle, and we all enthusiastically agreed. Vlada threw a windbreaker over her tank top and went out in her shorts; I didn't even put on a jacket, fortunately it was July outside, and the strong alcohol in our blood wouldn't let us freeze.
His dorm was a five-minute walk from our house. Reaching it and going up to his floor, we arrived at his room. He went inside, and we waited outside. After a few minutes, he came out.
— Trouble, friends," he said. "The guys found my whiskey and are drinking it, they don't want to give it back.
— That's a shame," I replied.
— What's shameful about it, Max?" he exclaimed. "Let's go sit with them, have a drink. I'll walk you home later.
— Uu, Max, you're really out of it. Go lie down with Vlada on my bed. I'll finish this bottle and then take you home," said Umar.
He led us to a room with six beds. My wife and I lay down. I lay against the wall, and Vlada on the edge. Putting my arm around her ass, I closed my eyes. I slightly pulled down my wife's shorts along with her thong and slipped a finger into her pussy. Inside was very wet, betraying my wife's strong arousal. After moving my fingers a bit, I passed out again. I woke up from a rustling near the bed. Opening my eyes a crack, I saw Umar. He was standing in his underwear, openly staring at Vlada's ass. Processing what I saw, it dawned on me that she was still lying there with her panties pulled down, giving Umar a full view of all her holes. Pretending to be asleep, I just slightly opened one eye, watching Umar's actions. He placed his palm on my wife's ass and began greedily kneading her buttocks. My wife, through her sleep, instinctively arched her back, offering him an even better view. After a minute, Umar removed his hand from my wife's buttock and inserted a finger into Vlada's vagina—I understood this from a slight jerk. A squelching sound spread through the room. My wife began moving her ass, impaling herself on Umar's finger. After moving his finger a little more, he removed his hand and stepped back from Vlada. Bending his legs, he pulled down his pants and took out his cock—not very long, but quite thick. Finding the coveted hole, he began inserting his cock into my sleeping wife's pussy. Inserting it fully, he began to pick up speed, gradually accelerating, which caused the sounds in the room to turn into characteristic slaps. Vlada began to moan softly, thrusting her ass back to meet his cock. I lay motionless, watching as my wife was being fucked without ceremony right next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Vlada was starting to wake up. Her head turned towards Umar. I knew my wife well; if she had woken up a little earlier, she would have cursed him out and woken me up. But when an erect cock is already working inside her, her once-slutty nature can't refuse the pleasure. She reached her hand towards Umar's groin, stopping him, and, sitting up a bit, whispered something in his ear. After that, she got up and headed to the bed opposite. Umar followed her. She sat on the bed, and his cock was at the level of her mouth. For the next few minutes, I watched Umar's hairy ass making thrusting movements in the area of my wife's mouth. His hands were on her head, and hers on his buttocks. She greedily swallowed his cock, periodically pulling back to catch her breath. Having had her fill of sucking, Vlada got on all fours, arching her back and sticking her ass out, inviting Umar to enter her. Fixing his hands on her buttocks, he inserted his cock into her and continued to impale her fully. The process lasted about five minutes, after which Umar pulled out his cock and began to cum on my wife's back. Finishing, he wiped the remaining semen on her buttock, pulled up his underwear, and left the room. A few minutes later, he returned with a friend. Taking Vlada by the arms, they led her out of the room. I knew nothing about her further fate that night. I didn't ask her anything about it. I only know that she was fucked until at least 4 a.m., because that's when I passed out again, and the moans from the next room were still continuing. I woke up closer to 10 a.m. Vlada was sleeping next to me. Pulling down her panties, I saw her stretched-out anal hole; it felt like several cocks had been in it at once. Waking her up, we went home. We never discussed what happened. I claimed that I got too drunk and didn't remember anything, and Vlada herself didn't tell me what happened that night in the road workers' dorm. A week later, I saw Umar again. He came into the shop and bought the same bottle of whiskey. He said they had finished the job and were leaving tomorrow, and he invited us over again to see him off. I tactfully refused, citing a heavy workload and tiredness.
As soon as he left, I approached my wife for a conversation:
— Saw Umar today. Says he's leaving today, invited us to drink again," I said.
— And what did you say?" she asked me.
— Well, don't really feel like drinking today. Said we were busy," I replied.
— Mmm..." she answered tersely.
For the rest of the evening, guys from the dorm kept coming and inviting us to drink, while throwing meaningful glances at Vlada, making her blush. In the end, I agreed to come with my wife.